My slave

My slave
I resolutely dominate the night
and leave red welts on you
as a sign of my eternal love
and your unconditional loyalty
You receive the red marks
without the power to prevent them
and with that same heat I bring
desires and fantasies to life
Your moans and groans
as small proofs of our bond
In the boundlessness of our world
in which one found the other
A world that only we
know to have an extraordinary right to exist
and in days and nights full of promises
you are my greatest consumer…
Always in your best interest
because you are my most beautiful servant
and I will be your best ruler
together, one unique specimen
My slave, symbol of the purest love
My slave, symbol of the deepest loyalty
Chained angel, bound passion
I will take you to heaven
and then back to me…
© Mrs Moriah
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